Poem – Pressing In
November 3, 2024Poem – Sunny Side
November 4, 2024I don’t know what it is,
but something is not right.
For I’m grabbed by the throat,
choked to where I can’t breathe.
My breath is missing from life.
Dark in here,
this space I’m in,
with complaints
that eat away without answer!
We all live in the belly of a world,
picking up habits to numb our pains.
Never they seem to end . . .
must be found alive,
I’ll not thrive.
No release I find
from the stomach of this beast.